Saturday, June 30, 2007

Spiritual guides


In Orange Mint and Honey, Nina Simone watches over Shay, acting as a a straight-talking Glinda the Good Witch guiding her toward her truth. Nina and Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Sarah Vaughn, Dinah Washington, Bessie Smith, Mildred Bailey and Etta James are Shay's spiritual mamas, their wise words and soulful melodies the only guidance she ever had.

While I wrote Orange Mint, I kept a framed picture of Zora Neale Hurston above my desk. She wears a cool black fedora and looks down at me--guiding me toward my truth. Don't believe me? The agent I signed with for Orange Mint manages Hurston's estate.

Friday, June 29, 2007

Literary Denver and N2 update

Denver has always been a good place for readers and in the last few years has become a great place for writers too. We've got a great library system. The Tattered Cover Book Store and many other great indie book stores. Lighthouse Writers (where I'm pleased to say I just joined the board of directors) and Cafe Nuba (it's hot and it's black!). Local agents and book promotion experts. It's a happening scene.

Update on N2 (for newcomers, "novel 2"): We had a rough month, as I predicted we would. After getting feedback from my critique group, I overreacted (as is my bad habit). I thought if A, B and C need to be changed, well then I also have to change X, Y and Z. I started a whole new rewrite. Luckily for me, it wasn't working. N2 pushed back. N2 wanted me to love it as it was. Finally, I heard N2's cries and stopped. I went back to my original version and saw that I could make small changes to improve things my group pointed out without trying to force poor N2 to be something it wasn't. And N2 and I are back in love again.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Got blurb?


Trying to get blurbs for Orange Mint and Honey. So far, of the ones I've contacted directly (my editor and agent are also contacting folks), two writers have nicely declined to read it because they have their own deadlines to meet, and one writer has agreed to give it a shot. Not a bad ratio. And an acquaintance has offered to send it to an actress she worked for a few years ago (an actress I love!). Same acquaintance owns a production company and has expressed interest in the film rights! I heart film rights!

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Red sky at night

We've been having some beautiful sunsets, but the strange light, swirling clouds and strong winds make this Midwestern girl a little worried about tornadoes. Still the honey-colored glow through the windows draws us out into the yard to watch.

Friday, June 22, 2007

No-air Fridays

Update on yesterday's post: I'm inside at the computer, but not with the air on. Since it's just me on Fridays and since I'm going to be in one place all day, I'm using a fan (cost: 1/2 cent per hour).

Thursday, June 21, 2007

The heat is on


Summer has roared in like a lion, because it's Africa hot here. Texas hot (thankfully we don't have the Texas humidity). Cactus hot. Coloradans still aren't used to this. A few days of heat and we start to become unglued. Lots of folks here don't even have air conditioning in their homes because there was a time when you didn't need it. Our house was built in 1951 and didn't have air, but a few years ago we installed central cooling and I've thanked my lucky stars for it every summer since.


My plants aren't ready for the heat either. Even the ones the garden centers call "sun lovers" and "heat lovers" aren't ready for temps in the 90s at this altitude. So we give supplemental water and hope everybody can hold on for the next 6 weeks or so. We clip the roses as soon as they bloom and bring them inside to enjoy because otherwise they'd just fry.


The forecast is for 90+ weather for the next few days. I'll be inside behind closed blinds with the air on. Which is good. Inside at the computer is where I need to be. I'm feeling the heat in more ways than one. I made a big mistake: I "took some time off" from writing after I turned in the first batch of pages to my critique group. Getting back to it is so hard that it makes the time off not even worth it. As Walter Mosley says in This Year You Write Your Novel, "If you skip a day or more between your writing sessions, your mind will drift away from these deep moments of your story. You will find that you'll have to slog back to a place that would have been easily attained if only you wrote every day."
Better get to slogging....

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Pub date!

Look for Orange Mint and Honey in a bookstore near you on February 26, 2008 or pre-order today!

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Channeling the Grandmothers


In my next novel, the sisters' grandmother plays a magical role in bringing them together (one was put up for adoption). I'm working on the first scenes the grandmother appears. Before she died, my mother gave me her mother's and her grandmother's wedding bands. I pulled them out of my jewelry box to call up the grandmother's spirit. I'll wear them while I write.

This is my father's mother. I'll see her this weekend during our family reunion. Ancestors, known and unknown, are important to the characters in my book. I'm looking forward to connecting with my own family this weekend. It'll be good for me and for my book.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

I had no idea



Reading The Ethicist column in the Times Magazine today I discovered something: clothes donated to charities in this country are often sold to middle men who sell them in Africa. In pictures in the newspaper, there always seems to be at least one person wearing a t-shirt with an American corporate slogan or slang phrase. I always assumed these clothes were given to charities who gave them to people who couldn't afford them. Not always so.

The Ethicist quotes the executive director of the International Labor Rights fund saying that the used-clothing trade "has contributed to the decimation of local garment industries, and therefore contributed to unemployment in Africa." Of course, an exporter of used clothing argues that selling used clothes actually helps the world's poorest people. But next time I give clothes to a charity I'm going to ask where they go. This site has more information.

Friday, June 08, 2007

Where do ideas come from?


A Canadian author has sued NBC Universal and director Judd Apatow claiming they ripped off the premise of the hit movie Knocked Up from her book of the same name. (You can read the whole story here.)
Hmm. Sounds fishy. However, there might be another explanation. I recently pitched my agent a book idea I got last summer. About a week after I sent the pitch, my agent emailed me a blurb from Publisher’s Lunch about a nonfiction proposal making the rounds of NY editors with the exact same premise. And the other writer is from Denver. No way he knew about my idea (I didn't tell anybody), and I swear I never heard about him and his idea. So what happened? My agent chalked it up to something in the water (more like the dry air).

But I often think that ideas are just floating around out there waiting for someone to snag them. The other Denver writer and I snagged the same idea. Maybe Apatow and the Canadian writer did too...or maybe she got screwed by Hollywood? Stay tuned....

Thursday, June 07, 2007

The cover is done!


It's a most exciting thing to see the cover of a new book! Just seeing the title in print blows me away. A little story about the title: Orange mint tea figures prominently in the book and the characters sweeten it with honey.

In a key scene the mother, Nona, says, "It’s always possible to add sweet to the bitter.” I knew that scene was the key to the title, but Orange Mint Tea as a title was boring. So I turned to my friends Marisol and Rob, and they come up with Orange Mint and Honey. So simple and right in front of my eyes.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Go Denver Sister-Writers!


"Boldfaced Lies," a self-published first novel by Charlene Porter has been nominated for a NAACP image award. The book deals with issues of race and identity in Denver when the Klan reigned supreme. You wouldn't think of the Klan having much of an influence in Colorado, but it did. (A former coworker of mine from a wealthy local family even shared that her grandfather was a member.) You can read a great article with Porter here.


Kim Reid's memoir, No Place Safe, will be out in October and she's already agreed to do a Pajama Chat here at that time. Stay tuned for more!

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Pajama Chat


Okay girls and boys, put on your jammies and fuzzy slippers and get cozy. The Pajama Gardener has a treat for you: our first Pajama Chat! Author Elyse Singleton has stopped by to answer a few questions. Elyse is author of THIS SIDE OF THE SKY, one of my favorite novels.
A brief description:
In her funny, moving, and ambitious debut, Elyse Singleton introduces us to two inseparable and hard-minded idealists. Young Lilian endures the tribulations of Nadir, Mississippi, on the purity of her faith in people and her growing belief in herself. Her best friend, Myraleen, gets by on her sharp tongue and her unwillingness to give in -- and perhaps because Lilian is always with her.

In this lifelong story, Lilian and Myraleen struggle through dramatically changing times: From the stark realities of life in rural Mississippi, through the different sort of racism they find in workaday Philadelphia and France during World War II. For these women, the road to maturity in the messy American century is long and ragged. Along the way, Myraleen falls for a Tuskegee flier and Lilian for a German prisoner of war. And each time they reassert their oldest ideals, everything they believe in is tested again -- most of all what love requires in such a world.
Now to our Pajama Chat....
Pajama Gardener: I'm a huge fan of your novel, THIS SIDE OF THE SKY (it even shows up in my novel when someone recommends it!). It's a story of two women (Lilian and Myraleen) who are friends before, during and after WWII. Where did the idea come from for you to tell this story?

Elyse Singleton: Thank you. And I appreciate the mention in your own fantastic novel. The idea first mentally materialized as the story of two friends. At some point after that I decided to set it during the war because I had always been fascinated with that time in history.PG: You seem to have a real affinity for people from that generation. Why do you think that is?
ES: I was raised by my grandmother and around old folks. So familiarity is a factor.Many of that generation, or course not all, were impressive human beings. And, admittedly, whom we define as impressive is defined by our ego's worldview. My ego's worldview sees the best of that generation as being progressive without being decadent. Most folks had merely high school educations, but a high school education was quite different than it is now. And it meant that one knew the fundamentals of history and other essential subjects. Thus many of gen-WWII were quietly worldly and intelligent whether college-educated or not.
PG: I agree with you. I just spent some time with my grandparents and a great-aunt and great-uncle and the stories they shared and the lives they led are amazing!
ES: Also, I am socially conservative and politically liberal, which means that I would make a good Canadian nun. I am completely out of step with America, where it is currently okay for ten-year-old girls to run around wearing hooker outfits, but God forbid that they should be guaranteed health insurance. But then I guess I should not be so close-minded. There is another side. It is more popular to be sexy than healthy, especially at ten when you have got only ten more good years ahead of you before you're thinking Botox. Oh well, I guess they should shake it before it shakes on its on; perhaps I was just being an anachronistic fool. And gambling casinos are opening up all over like an overheated man's pores. Here in Chicago, where I am visiting, there may be a legal casino eventually if a new bill passes in the state legislature. One could say that will breed crime, prostitution, and addiction. But on the other hand it would be so sad if the people of this great city ran out of trouble to get into. Clearly there is not enough crime, prostitution, and addiction here already, and compassionate individuals are trying to address that problem. In fact, as caring Coloradans, Carleen, we should help. We should send any of our extra criminals here to assist, in acknowledgment of that fact that the Illinois legislature is working so humanely and so hard to build its own ample reserve of villainy and human suffering . . . And that was a long, painful way of telling you why I have more respect for many people of the 40s.
PG: The characters live in Nadir, Mississippi, which hints at the wonderful humor in your book (as do your answers here!). How do you write such funny scenes?
ES: Interesting that you should ask. I offer a workshop on humor. There are ways it can be consciously created. However, I believe humor is partly inherited from one's environment. My mother and grandmother were funny people. So my humor often is automatic. But with the label Nadir I purposely wink at the reader about the town's lack of desirability while coming up with a fictional name. Actually, my mother didn't think I was particularly funny. When I told her I was offering the workshop, she said, "I know we kid around. But you're not like Richard Pryor or anything." She was a fan of Lenny Bruce, Richard Pryor, Moms Mabley, and Woody Allen. So her standards were pretty high. And growing up hearing comics on TV and tape likely contributed to my sense of wit, too.
PG: Lilian and Myraleen seem both utterly of their time and very modern, like the reader can imagine sitting down for coffee and pie with them. Maybe it's because they are such flesh-and-blood, vital women. Are they based on anyone in your life?

ES: More than anything, the characters represent parts of my personality split off and reprocessed for fiction. The one character inspired by an actual person is Toby, the little boy who drives the German soldiers to his uncle's farm. A dear friend's father grew up in Louisiana during the war, and he had that experience and shared it with me.
PG: THIS SIDE OF THE SKY was a successful debut novel. What was the experience like for you? Writers fantasize about that moment when their brainchild is born. Was it what you expected? What advice would you offer a first-time novelist?

ES: It was rewarding in some surprising ways. Social and professional rewards emerged that I never would have expected. The reception from readers was remarkable. The novel's commercial performance was unremarkable. I hoped that it would change my life--make me more financially secure--and it did not. I would tell new novelists what I would have attempted to tell you, but your own wisdom preempted the need: keep writing. Follow the first with a second as soon as possible. And unless you have a powerful publicity machine behind you, take responsibility for your own promotion and success. There are lots of books and classes that will tell you how.
PG: I know you teach writing workshops. What's the best writing tip anyone ever gave you?
ES: GOOD QUESTION! I had to really think. Actually, I have said to consider failure and adversity built-in, nothing personal and the cost of doing business. Of course there are going to be those who are critical of your writing. But just keep writing because ultimately the whole that is the result is greater than the part that is the pain.
PG: What do you like to read? Who are your favorite writers? I have lots of favorites. Currently I am reading a series of books by David Sedaris (NAKED; ME TALK PRETTY ONE DAY; DRESS YOUR FAMILY IN CORDUROY AND DENIM--talk about funny!). And I have been reading Alexander McCall Smith's NO. 1 LADIES DETECTIVE AGENCY series set in Botswana. It's a delight: intelligent yet soothing. I like Alice Walker; Edwidge Danticat; Anne Tyler; Carson McCullers, etc.

PG: What's next for you?

ES: I am working on my second book, and it is not as easy as I thought it would be. Please ask your readers to send their good wishes and prayers.

PG: It’s never as easy as we think it’ll be! To paraphrase a Toni Morrison quote I read: “Women write like they have babies. If they knew what it was like going in, they’d never do it.” So you have my good wishes and prayers, and I know whoever might read this also wishes you well. Anyone who reads THIS SIDE OF THE SKY will wish you well because they’ll be like me: eager to read your next work!

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

And the winner is...


The advance reader's copy (galley) of Orange Mint and Honey is in production, and this is the photo (taken by Marilyn Eudaly) that will go on the back cover.

Monday, May 28, 2007

USS Anne Arundel


This is the ship that took my grandfather to North Africa.

Remembering the Sweet 16

Sixteen young black men from Omaha fought together in World War II.
They called them the Sweet 16. All of them came home.
My grandfather was one of the last two.
Richard Headley is the last living member of the Sweet 16.


My grandfather was a Quartermaster in the 530th Battalion.
He participated in 4 major campaigns, including the invasion of France.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

What a spectacular day!

Weeded and mulched.
Ate and drank.
Lounged in the hammock.

The weather is fabulous. I've got a wonderful husband and wonderful friends.
My life is full. My heart is full.
Thanks everybody for a great birthday!

Friday, May 25, 2007

Sugar blues

Wanna hear something sad? I can't even eat my own birthday cake. Low-sugar, schmo-sugar! I had the tiniest slice after a turkey sandwich today with a little milk and it made me instantly sick. It goes right to my head and stomach like booze. But only the un-fun part: no giddiness, no giggling. Just instant hangover. Guess it's official: I'm off sugar.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Best damn birthday cake ever!



In December I went off sugar. Everyone wanted to know for how long, so I decided until my birthday...which is Saturday. Between December and now, I've had 2 regular Cokes and 2 regular cookies (it was work; I was testing recipes for my book) and a few bites of fruitcake (it's a hubby/Grandmama thing...you wouldn't understand).

Today, I made myself a low-sugar chocolate birthday cake and good grief was it sweet! It was tasty and I immediately wanted MORE so I stuck it in the freezer until Saturday. But now I feel a little sick. This recipe is less than 1/2 the sugar in my usual chocolate cake recipe, but next time I'll use even less sugar. Give it a try:

1 stick butter
1/2 cup + 2 tablespoons Splenda sugar blend (too sweet for me!-could be cut to 1/3 cup)
1 packet (about 1/4 cup) baby food prunes
2 teaspoons vanilla
2 eggs
2/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
½ teaspoon salt
1 cup organic whole wheat pastry flour (bulk from Whole Foods)
1 cup white flour
3/4 cup water
1 airport bottle (about 1/4 cup) coffee liqueur (or eliminate liqueur and increase water to 1 cup)
2/3 cup 73% cacoa Dagoba choco chips (I'll cut these, next time.)

Frosting:
3/4 cup Splenda sugar blend (Will cut to 1/2 cup next time.)
1/3 cup cocoa
1/2 stick butter
3 tablespoons brewed coffee
1 teaspoon vanilla

For decoration:
1 cup chopped walnuts

This is a one bowl cake. Cream the sugar and butter together. Add the eggs, vanilla and baby food prunes and beat until smooth. Add the cocoa, baking powder, salt, baking soda and whole wheat flour, blend. Add the white flour, water and coffee liqueur, blend. Fold in chips. Bake in greased and floured cake pan(s) for 20 minutes or so at 350 (my oven runs hot, so cook until a toothpick comes out clean). Cool on a rack. Frost the bottom layer and cover with 1/2 cup chopped walnuts. Cover with 2nd layer and frost just the top and sprinkle with remaining walnuts. (There's not enough frosting to cover the sides--a way to cut down on sugar, don't you know.)

Snow, then and now

Snow in winter.
Snow-in-summer.


Though, it's hard to believe this is summer. For the past few years, May, especially Memorial Day Weekend, is chilly and rainy. Every year I get hopeful and think maybe we'll have a mild summer that won't fry the garden. Not this year. This year I know June and July will have weeks on end with temps in the 90s. But August will be lovely. That is, if history is repeated.


Sunday, May 20, 2007

Must they all be Mister?

Recently, I was interviewed for the Q&A that will go in the reader’s guide for Orange Mint and Honey. The interviewer was great, with really interesting questions about why I made the choices I made in the story. One of the questions was: Was it a political choice for me to make Oliver (the young love interest) a good guy? I answered as I did with most of the questions about the characters: It wasn’t a choice. That’s just who Oliver is.

A week later my critique group (which is quite diverse, though I’m the only black person) looked at the first 78 pages of my next novel. One of the comments was that the 2 husbands (who are both black, while one of the wives is white) seemed “too nice.” Now, admittedly both these guys aren’t fleshed out enough. It was a quick first draft and I ran out of time to devote to make them more dimensional. But, they’re still going to be good men. One of the women in the group (a Latina) gave my pages to a couple of her African American girlfriends and reported that they said if such men existed they wanted to meet them.

Has it really come to a point when people don’t believe that nice (not saintly) black men actually exist? When a writer has to justify good black men as characters? If so, now it is a political choice for me to write about good black men. And let me make it clear that I don’t mean as role models for real men, but to model the reality that I know. There are lots of wonderful black men out there and they can’t be all just in my family!

Pearl Cleage's books are filled with stand-up black men...I wonder if anybody asked her why.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Chapter Two

I just posted Chapter Two of Orange Mint and Honey to my website. Check it out!

Wake up and smell the...


...roses
These yellow roses (Baby Love, planted in honor of Lovie) perfume the air by our front door.


...coffee
One Heart Dancing has posted a lovely ode to coffee, or as I like to call it: writing juice. I'm still on mostly decaf, but I can tell the difference when I add some of the real stuff. Slowly, but surely, the Dark Lord calls. No, not that Dark Lord. As of this writing, he still has 611 days, 11 hours and 34 minutes. And, no, not that Dark Lord either. For him, we have to wait until 7/21.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

PMS--the good kind

From writer Mat Johnson's site comes this call for submissions from Honorée Fanonne Jeffers:

Dear Folks: I am guest-editing a special black women's issue of the journal PMS: Poetry, Memoir and Story, to be published in Spring 2008. The issue will feature poems, stories and memoirs by black women writers, both established and emerging. In case you haven't heard about PMS, it's a great little journal with (a funny name!) dedicated to all women's literature, edited by Linda Frost, and published out of University of Alabama at Birmingham. PMS is pretty unpretentious, but despite that, in just seven short years, PMS has published such writers as Ruth Stone, Carly Sachs, Remica L. Bingham, Allison Joseph, and Natasha Trethewey. And the journal has received several accolades as well: A reading “pick” by the Small Press Review; poems included in Best American Poetry 2003 and 2004; a story included in New Stories from the South 2005; memoirs included in Best American Essays 2005 and 2007; and a memoir included in The Best Creative Nonfiction 2007. In addition, work from PMS has also received special mention for the 2005 Pushcart Prize and work has been included on former U.S. Poet Laureate Ted Kooser's online weekly column, American Life in Poetry. If you identify as a black (or African American) woman and would like to submit work to be considered for this special issue, the deadline is October 1, 2007. Please send up to 5 poems or 15 pages of prose (fiction or memoir) with SASE to: PMS (Black Women Writers’ Issue)University of Alabama at Birmingham Dept. of English, 900 South 13th StreetBirmingham, AL 35294-1260. In addition to sending hard copies of your work to the snail mail address, please ALSO send an electronic copy of your submission (word format) to me at honijeff@aol.com. Take care, and please spread the word!

All best, Honorée Fanonne Jeffers

Friday, May 11, 2007

Hollywood's dubious compliment

I watched the preview of the new show Traveler last night. (It was on after Grey's Anatomy and I was lazy.) The premise was interesting: what happens if you found out your best friend wasn't who you thought? In this case maybe a terrorist or a government operative of some kind. The acting wasn't the greatest and the plot was pretty hole-y. But they really lost me with the arrival of the Helpful Mysterious Black Guy.

I suspect white Hollywood writers and producers think it's a compliment. Look, a black man saves the day! But I'm tired of black characters using mysterious powers to help white people. A quick list of movies with this theme off the top of my head:

The Green Mile
The Legend of Bagger Vance
Bruce Almighty & Evan Almighty (a black man as god is cool, but can't a black god help some black folks?)
Ghost (and more than a few other Whoopi movies)

There are many more. Check out Wikipedia's entry for "the magical Negro" and this list of 13 movies featuring magical black men.

The magical Negro is why I gave a recovering alcoholic a white sponsor in my novel Orange Mint and Honey. As Nona says, "Let the white folks do a little of the spiritual heavy lifting for a change." There is also a magical black woman in my book, but she comes to the aid of another black woman, as sisters do in real life.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Why they call it giving

I just came back from the last day of a somewhat disappointing semester of volunteering for the Denver Public Library's Read Aloud Program. This semester, for some reason, there were many instances in which the teachers "forgot" to tell me or couldn't figure out how to reach me to let me know that the class would be gone on a field trip, out because of parent-teacher meetings, have volunteers from another program in the class, or be unavailable because of something else "special" the teacher had planned. Today, it was the last day of school and they were having a party with parents and brothers and sisters. I barely got a chance to hand out the gift books the library gives to each child at the end of the semester.

Every time it happened I got angry. At first. But then I would think about it and realize these are the only times that this volunteer experience really asks anything of me.

Reading to little kids once a week? Not hard. The kids are adorable, funny and loving. The teachers are wonderful with them and with me. And you want to talk about giving! These women give--their time, their hearts and often their own money. The Read Aloud Program is such an easy way to give a little back that there's no room for complaint when sometimes it doesn't work out. Days like today remind me it's not about me.

Each semester I know I make a difference in at least one child's life. This semester it was with a little boy who went from hating stories to actually requesting them. I helped make someone a reader! The satisfaction of knowing I touched a child's life in a way that could affect him or her forever is remarkable. That I get any more than that from the program (and I do) is the beauty of volunteering. I highly recommend it.

Extraordinary music

Check out Extraordinary Renditions. The new CD from the trio of Dirk Dickson (bass), Ron Bucknam (drums and guitar) and Mike O'Neill (guitar). "It's out of this world, back in this world adventures for ears that have no lids." Very cool music! (And I named one of the songs...#10)
From Ron on CD Baby:
Extraordinary Renditions is a serious trio of improvisers with many years experience together and individually, trying to be true to the impulse to make music on the spot, through grace and skills. The emphasis is not on what hot shot players we are (no slouches in the ranks however), but instead on group listening & interplay. All sonorities, rhythms and approaches are welcomed, but the basic activity is: listen & contribute / listen & hang back.On the first track I am playing what sounds like a guitar. It is a guitar. When you’ve listened to the music you will see that it is not altogether straight forward what is coming at you). On the cuts where you hear drums (me) you are most likely hearing Michael O’Neill on guitar – unless he is playing the percussion part through his guitar synthesizer. At most other times it is difficult for me to listen and tell who is playing what, when. There was no overdubbing. All of the bass playing and engineering is from Dirk Dickson, who you might catch on a jazz gig, playing with a dance company or doing whole shows of solo bass. Michael is involved in projects ranging from playing guitar in a group otherwise comprised of computers, a free improve Flamenco / jazz duo and solo extended guitar performances. I play drums and guitar, but have spent a lot of time in recent years composing for electronics. Check out CD’s by Dirk and me elsewhere on CD Baby.
Enough with the words, we very much hope you enjoy our efforts. Ron Bucknam.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

Grandmama

Papa fell in love with her when he was 16. No big mystery why. Isn't she beautiful?
(notice the backing behind the photo)

Still is.
When I was little I used to call her "my M&M"
because her name is Martha Melton (and because I
loved M&Ms).

Friday, May 04, 2007

Cool Cat Billy Melton

On April 24, my grandfather, William Oliver Melton, passed away. He was 85 and had lived a full, joyful life. We, his family and friends all over the country, were sad, but that night we knew they were partying in heaven!

In his obituary he wrote, "Without music life is a mistake."
(Any wonder I married a musician?)

At Papa's house, you could listen to music,

look up at music (This is the ceiling in one of the basement
rooms.),


walk on music,


sit on music,


tell time by music,


party to music (My grandparents once had more than 1,000 people
attend a 24-hour-long party in their one-bathroom house!),


learn about the history of black music in America,


(Grandmama, Count Basie, Papa)
And simply appreciate music and life.

He was one cool cat and oh how I miss him.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

I am the granddaughter who
graduated from KU
preferred hamburger to steak
didn't get pregnant in school
wrote all the books
married a musician
Carleenie baby

Goodbye Papa baby

Friday, April 13, 2007

Heroes

  1. Brava to Coach C. Vivian Stringer and the Rutgers women's basketball team for how they handled themselves this week!
  2. I learned about Jane Stillwater on BBC Radio. She's a 64-year-old grandmother who left California and flew to Baghdad to report on her blog what's really going down.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Ghost Road Press Writing Contest

2007 Guidelines for the Open Windows 2007 Creative Writing Contest

Ghost Road Press is seeking entries of poetry, creative nonfiction, fiction

Guidelines: There are two ways to enter this year's contest. Send a labeled CD-ROM OR as an email attachment (preferred method) to contest@ghostroadpress.com with the following items:
The work(s) in a Word document with the title of the piece on every page in the right-hand corner—no author info on the work itself—double-spaced; a cover sheet with author name, address, phone number, and working email address. Cover sheet should include a 30-40 word bio. For multiple poems, each poem should appear on its own page, as it should appear in its printed form. No 3.5" floppy disks. For email, please use an appropriate subject line, such as "Open Windows Contest Entry."

You may pay the submission fee (1 story or essay / up to three poems per $15) by check or online with Paypal on our web site. No entries will be processed until payment is received. There is no required theme. Stories and essays should not exceed 4500 words. Entry Fee: 1 story or creative nonfiction piece for $15; up to 3 poems for $15. Simultaneous submissions are permissible. Prizes: $500 + 4 copies Open Windows 2007 for best story, creative nonfiction piece, and poem; 3 copies OW2007 for 2nd prize; 2 copies OW2007 for third prize (nine prize winners total). Categories will be judged separately. There is no set theme for any of the categories. The contest submission period is April 1 to June 30. Winners will be announced on September 15 on our web site only.

Go here for more info.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Old girls' night out

Yep, the Pajama Gardener was out of the house after dark 2 nights in a row. Last night, my friend Leslie and I went to go see Corinne Bailey Rae and John Legend in concert. It was a great show (though they couldn't quite get the sound right for John Legend's set).

As we walked up to the theater, Leslie said, "I'm glad we're not the oldest people here." And sure nuff, we weren't. There were lots of gray and bald heads in there. And didn't the singers know it--they did a few flashbacks to Robert Flack, the O'Jays, Carole King and Led Zeppelin. We old girls danced and sang along and had a great old time...after we got some cough drops for the smoke during Legend's set. (Not that kind of smoke-it was dry ice-I only smelled that kind of smoke once, as if someone near me took a quick toke.)

I was feeling pretty good, being up and out after dark and all, until Rae said, with no irony at all, that she was 28 and had been playing in bands for a long time, since she was 16, and it looked like things were finally happening for her. I guess in a Beyonce world, you get worried if you haven't made it by the time you're staring at 30. Thank God publishing isn't like that (yet). Speaking of the rest of the pop scene, it was a pleasure to listen to a singer-songwriter, a young woman who is indeed making it without shedding her clothes or wiggling her ass.

Then John Legend came on, looking all of 7 years old, and everyone pulled out their cells to take pictures. I looked at the sea of blue screens in front of me and remembered when people held lighters and joints up in the air, not cell phones. And I began to feel my age again. But then Legend and his band got us dancing and singing and, yes, screaming like teens. Much fun.

Tonight I go to my critique group. Tomorrow, I collapse.

Monday, April 09, 2007

Sightings and signings


I met Jodi Picoult tonight! I went to hear her read and sign Nineteen Minutes. You want to talk about loyal fans! Her fans are serious. I heard women debating the merits of one book versus another and how Jodi's style changed from book to book. I can only imagine how gratifying that is. Of course, her book is currently #1 on the NYT list (which I'm sure has its rewards), but to see people in person who are actually reading and discussing your work (not just buying it because it looks right on their coffee tables) has to be something.

She was fast, Jodi. She got through 200+ people in a little over an hour. And without short-changing, it seemed. I scored an author-to-author introduction, thanks to the lovely folks at the Tattered Cover. Thanks Charles and Matt and Jinx and everyone who worked tonight! Thanks too to Lisa, Jodi's escort, who actually made the wonderful introduction. Tonight reminded me of what local, independent stores do that just can't be replicated.

I like to go to readings/signings and I like to be the one in the writer's chair. About 10 years ago, Alice Walker read at the Tattered Cover. She perhaps isn't as fast a signer-chatter as Jodi, so she wasn't speaking to anyone or personalizing books. However, while in line I watched her and noticed that she made a point of making eye contact with each person, silently acknowledging their humanity. When my turn came, Alice gave me a great big smile. I was thrilled. "Did you see that?" I asked my friend Jennifer. She said, "That's because you were looking at her like you were 3 years old and she had ice cream." That's how I feel when I sign books too: like readers are bringing me presents.

Here's to the 3-year-old in all of us, readers and writers alike.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Happy Easter










We colored eggs yesterday. Here are a few of the faves. I ate one for breakfast with some wheat toast with apricot "simply fruit." Last night I went to a birthday party (Yay E!) and passed up what looked like a heavenly cake. But, last night I also wore jeans I bought 3 years ago when I was just shy of fitting them. They were a little tight, but I thought I'd continue to lose and wear them within a month. Not only did I never wear them, but I actually grew. They hung in the back of my closet for 3 years. Until last night. Skipping the cake was worth it. This morning I celebrate all kinds of new births. Happy Easter, y'all!

Friday, April 06, 2007

Learning from Mr. Bad Writer

One of the good things about working on a new book is realizing that I did learn some things about fiction writing the last one. Not that I won't paint myself into corners now, but, I hope it will be fewer of them. Probably the biggest difference I can see regards plot. A weakness. But now I'm fully aware that it's a weakness.

I learned about plot from a really bad writer. I don't mean to judge, but this was a guy who had "liquor servants" instead of bartenders in his story. But let's say he wasn't a bad writer, just a very, very new writer. Anyway, I owe him. He did me a huge favor. I didn't learn about plot from seeing how bad his story was. He taught me about plot by telling me that my story was bad. Actually, he never called it bad, he just kept saying "nothing happens." We were in a workshop together. We got to read maybe 10 pages at a time. I turned in scenes that tricked almost everyone else in the class. The writing was good. The imagery was gorgeous. You could smell the food cooking. You could feel the character's worry. I blew off Mr. Bad Writer. I mean, what did he know? Of course something happened: the mother made Thanksgiving dinner for God's sake, and anybody with an ounce of intelligence would be moved by what a beautiful moment it was.

It took me a few more months (maybe a year) of Mr. Bad Writer's voice in my head to understand what he meant and to realize he was right: nothing really happened. The scene didn't move the character even a little forward. She was worried at the beginning of it and still worried at the end. Many, many of my scenes were like that, well-crafted but devoid of movement. So why were they there? Ouch.

I'm happy to realize now that as I write new scenes I'm very quick to ask myself, What's going on in this scene? How does it move the story forward? Why is it there? And I owe Mr. Bad Writer for that. If not for him I might still be writing beautiful set pieces that don't lead to each other or change anything...and who would want to read that?

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Book news


Harry Bernstein is 96. He just published his first book, The Invisible Wall. See that? It ain't too late until you're gone!
In other book news, the memoir of Dewey the library cat fetched a $1.25 million advance (from a publisher that turned down my novel, by the way).
And finally...Orange Mint and Honey is done. Done done. The final manuscript was accepted by Ballantine (which also happens to be the publisher of Mr. Bernstein's book). Look for it this time-ish next year.

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Author photo? (round one)














Hubby took this group of pictures today. God bless him. There's something about me and the camera -- when the
photographer says "smile" I grimace in a way that makes me look extremely suspicious. These are the best of the bunch. Do any of them work as author photos?I've got a professional photographer friend I can ask to take some additional shots too.
Cast your vote today!